Chapter 669: The man before her inclined his head politely. His demeanor was calm, much like Carl's.
"Miss Holland," he said smoothly.
"Your grandfather would like to have a word with you." A flicker of concern passed through Corrine's eyes. If her grandfather was calling for her at this hour, it could only mean something important.
"Givea moment,” she replied. Swiftly, she changed into something more appropriate before following Leland down the dimly lit hallway to Carl's room.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs they neared the room, a sudden crash echoed from within. The unmistakable sound of shattering porcelain jolted through the air. Corrine glanced at Leland, her brows lifting in silent inquiry. Leland cleared his throat, his expression composed but his tone carefully neutral.
"It's probably Mr. Jules Ford inside." Corrine nodded slightly before stepping forward.
The moment she entered, the tension in the room hit her like a tangible force. Jules stood there, his head bowed in submission, while Carl faced him, cane raised high, poised to strike.
"Grandfather!" Corrine's voice sliced through the thick silence, urgency lacing her words. Her eyes locked onto the raised cane, a flicker of unease crossing her face.
Carl turned at the sound of her voice. His sharp gaze softened—just a fraction—but his frustration still lingered. "You're here," he said gruffly.
Galhas the newest content Corrine stepped forward, gently placing a steadying hand on his arm.
"What's going on?" Carl's grip on the cane tightened.
"Let him explain it himself!" he declared.
Jules cast a nervous glance at Corrine before his gaze drifted to the old man's cane, gripped with an authority that sent a chill down his spine. Feeling cornered, he finally admitted to accepting certain "benefits" from Nate. He had assumed the dealings were discreet, yet somehow, the whispers had still reached Carl's ears.
When Corrine heard Jules' explanation, her lips twitched into a knowing smirk. So that was why Jules had stopped persuading her to keep a distance from Nate. He couldn't oppose her relationship with Nate now that his loyalty was bought.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCarl slammed his cane against the floor, the sharp crack cutting through the air like a gunshot.
"You knew he had ulterior motives, yet you still interacted with him in private? Are you trying to sendto an early grave?" Jules, ever the picture of nonchalance, leaned back lazily as if Carl's anger was nothing more than background noise.
"Grandfather, you're overthinking things. It's just business Assimple, mutually beneficial arrangement." Carl let out a bitter snort.
"I'm just afraid you'll end up selling Corrine to him."
Jules slouched even further, muttering under his breath, "As if I would." Not that he needed to. With 1. xeeded just a snap of Nate's fingers, Corrine would crunning. Of course, saying that out loud would be a death wish. If he had any hope of walking out of this room unscathed, he'd keep his mouth shut.
Carl shot him a withering glare, his his patience thinning by the second. "Go, go! Just looking at you irritates me."